poetry

We’ll live in pictures.

And we will only remain in pictures

Someday

They will look at our still faces

Remember us in full glory

Naked, as sunset pours in

Smoking some weed

Sipping some wine

Rebelling against this life set for us

And you take the back door

Like an intruder

Pushing me against the window

As smoke covers us

Darling Notre Dame is on fire

And I wail and

You push

And I moan

As the fire rages

In myriad shades of destruction

The people gather on the ground

Unaware of us

As I turn over and take control

The heat radiates through the city

The firefighters swarm like flies

And sparks fly

As if sky is in love with the Notre Dame

They say it stands like sun among the stars

I clench my fists

I curl my toes

And rage against you

As the lady of Paris takes on the fire

The magnifique glows

People sing Ave Maria

In a chorus that ring through my ears

As you feast on them

Teardrops roll from my eyes

To your lips

And I scream

As you cover every corner

Is it too late now to stop

Can I salvage parts of self

And squeeze my legs together

You grip the window grill

And our eyes point towards the sky

As the spire comes down

So we do we on the bare floor

Exhausted

We take a final picture

Of the Notre Dame

With our perspiring skin

Glowing like gold in the dark

Holding for each other’s lives

As the the Dame radiates

In myriad shades of red and orange.

Darling all beautiful things

come to an end

All beautiful things

Including you and I

And we will live

In motion pictures.

Pic Courtesy: Twitter

poetry

The best thing

The best thing to do at this moment
Is to place one word after another
Bead them together
Wishing it’d make us feel better
When it’s done
As if these words give birth
A new lease of life

The best thing to do at this moment
Is to let you go
So you may one day find your
Way back to me

The best thing to do at this moment
Is choose my words
Intricately like picking beads of different
Sizes and colours
To weave a necklace
As if the necklace either adds to my life
Or just chokes me to death

The best thing to do at this moment
Is to let you go
So you may one day find your
Way back to me

The best thing to do at this moment
Is to hope that you really buy
These words
That stem like mini explosives from the
Root of my throat
As a parting gift.
Hoping this is not a goodbye
At least not yet.

The best thing to do at this moment
Is to let you go
So you may one day find your
Way back to me

poetry

Elegy for lost love

The elegy began as an ancient Greek metrical form and is traditionally written in response to the death of a person. The elements of a traditional elegy mirror three stages of loss. First, there is a lament, where the speaker expresses grief and sorrow, then praise and admiration of the idealized dead, and finally consolation and solace.

Oh, dear sky, pour

Pour for her

For her who has love lost

Love lost forever.

 

Oh, dear sky, rejoice

Rejoice for he joins you now

Now he lights up your night

Your night stars, oh sky

What are they, if not love lost

 

Oh, dear sky, don’t you

Don’t you lose heart

For the sun will rise again

While your star shall twinkle through every night

The morning promises you a new sunrise

 

poetry

How to Handle a Heartbreak

And they will tell you
There are a million things worse than heartbreak
They will tell you, how the right one
Will make it seem destined
How your heart will leap
Your soul will dance

But, you have felt all that
Haven’t you
In detail,
Every pause, every exclamation
You have marveled
How universe conspires
To bring people together
How it all makes sense
And that is why it hurts
So horribly
When they leave
It crushes your soul,
It’s as if a herd of elephants is trampling on you
So powerless,
The left part of your chest hurts
Someone is dragging him away from you
Your cruising heart doesn’t race anymore
The blood just lifelessly moves in your body

Heartbreak is like a mirror maze
Just when you think you find your way out
You run straight,
Crash land, face first
All that separates you and them is that piece of glass
You scream you extend your arms
They only see themselves.
It’s a mirror isn’t it

You wait for them
To come back and say it was all a prank
But what gives,
You see her coming towards him,
He is going away from you

I am not going to tell you
Move on
Let it go
It’s the past

No! No!

You can’t.
Your heart is broken for God’s sake
So numb, so lifeless
So delicate
Almost dead.

No, No

Listen to me
Sit on the bathroom floor
Strip yourself
Completely
Under the cold shower
Embrace the pain
Scream, weep
Hold yourself
For God’s sake burn
Be destroyed for once
Stop pretending to be okay.

Get out then,
Go back to your art
Paint, draw, write, sing
Dance or run
Sweat it out
Pour it out
Not to your office!
Not to the rebound
Absolutely not to the one that broke you

Let your canvases be black
Maroon, grey
For as long as they can
Throw colors at it
Let your poems be as miserable
Compare them to the sun and moon
And everything that your world revolves around
Write stories
Kill all of them on the paper
Kill yourself on the paper
Scribble till the ink runs out
And your hands give up
Then, one day,
Your heartbreak will seem like a mere human,
No more analogies
No more colors

You will notice how your art
Transforms into you,
Your colors,
Your genres
And to butterflies and cold winters
Hopeful summers
Travel stories
And your symphonies
A successful marathon
Or a masterpiece

Your pain is powerful
Let it consume you
Because when it leaves and believe me,
It will,
You will know what a gift life is
And you will heal
Your smile will be real
A little brighter
Much broader,
And they will tell you
There are a million things worse than heartbreak
Don’t believe them.

 

 

 

poetry

Heartbreak 

Heartbreak is a 04:00PM sun

It smacks you right in the face

Every time you get back up

It’s when you find his picture with her

And your strength leaves you

Faster than the speed of light

Burning your face through the window

It’s when you pretend to hold yourself together

But your lips tremble

And tears trickle down

Heartbreak is when you taste a nightmare

When your  eyes are open

And you can’t wake yourself up

Because you are already awake

You want to sleep and never wake up

Till the time rights itself

Wake up with no memory

Of their treacherous promises

Heartbreak is when you are so empty

That every breath feels like waste of air

And you wonder why

It still hurts like it was yesterday

It’s when you ask yourself

How much longer are we going to cry

And a voice inside you says maybe forever

poetry

Not Yet and No Longer

Oh how am I scared

To let go

Of myself

A part of me, attached to you

How I unintentionally and

Desperately hold on to you

But you are gone

There’s a wall

Made of glass

But all you see is a mirror

 

I cry out to you

In my sleep

“Come back”, I plead

My knees bleed

“Don’t go?” I say

Knowing it’s too late

Closed is the gate

Locked in the door

I can’t get to you

Not anymore

 

And I still sit waiting

In front of the glass

Hoping for nothing

Wishing for nothing

Pain is a friend now

The only companion

The glass now plays memories

Anniversaries, those idiosyncrasies

But the film is blurry

Or maybe it’s my sight

 

My people try

Dragging me away

But my heels are dug deep

In this space

Between not yet

And no longer

They hold my hands

And pull me away some days

Other days they just let me be

 

My body runs away

Only to find that sometimes

My heart is left behind

Sometimes it’s my soul

My body is weary and

We all play the waiting game

Till I get myself out of the space

Between not yet and no longer